Nutso Marmosets

Friday, October 11, 2013

It
is but natural that a native would be more acquainted with the nuances of his or
her own language. Translating the thought into a language that you are familiar
with but not rooted in often results in what I would call ‘grammar casualties.’
In India, English is one such language which is repeatedly raped and mutilated
by the multitudes. Definitely not an offence, but in the global scenario,
especially when we are talking of business documents that are not restricted to
the Indian sub-continent, the least you can expect is a wee bit of basic
knowledge of grammar. Religiously reading an Amish may not necessarily solve
the intrinsic issue of dialectic differences and logical nitty-gritty of
language. The mother or the parent from which respective languages have
perpetrated from plays a vital role in determining common mistakes; those whose
mother-tongues have diverged from Sanskrit can learn or pick up the logic in
languages with a similar origin but English is rooted in a million tongues –
Briton, Anglo-Saxon, Hebrew and even Indian. How many of us have ever bothered
to read the origin of a word in an English dictionary; and if we have, words
like ‘gherao’, that now feature in the Oxford English dictionary may have definitely
caught our attention. A language which is as flexible as
English would be customized and localized – so what initially begins as pidgin English
slowly evolves to a more robust form, like it has in India. Given the Indian
fascination with formality in written language the tone is generally not
colloquial; and the lengthy convoluted sentences send out a loud and clear
message that it is an Indian author.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Little by little we've been building this nest
Each new day a new calamity brings
And each time a twig slips off
And you go looking for some more
That will bind our home together
Give it strength in all ways possible
But like a little fledgling I keep looking for motherly warmth
And shedding all inhibitions you play both partner and parent
Giving in to my tantrums
But never giving up on me!
Seven long years we waited
To finally take the vow
And all along the experience of love was for me
The teenage exuberance and wow
You lived through it and grew with me
But when in time you outgrew me
Both in terms of love and maturity
The finer subtler essence of love
That I can only feel through you
And see in your eyes
I have so many questions
And there are so many lies
I want answers to some simple puzzles
And each time you smile
And when I look into your eyes
They say but one thing
"Love you are a child"-
A wild wild child
Full of love and full of faith
And a belief that I am you and
You, me!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Breed of AdamBreed of EveYou know not where you are heading,Nor what you are worth,Sitting here at the threshold ofBeing and not beingMechanical robots,An aberration of His Divine intentionStarved of happinessDeprived of creativity,Thirsty you roam from door to doorAsking for a drop to quenchThat greedHungry and palsied Diseased breed of our forefathersRunning after a visionFar removed from joy and fulfillment.Crawling creatures throng your rooms,Serpentine lovers woo youAnd you stand and stare As if in a trance,No more than a zombie.Breed of AdamBreed of Eve,My brothersMy sisters,The vision is ghastly,Broken imagesShattered dreamsWe are still travelingWhere no roads meetRocky, infertile, land of illusionEverything a mirage,Fooling and convincing each of usOf a better lifeWhere utopic wonders spring forthPhoenix-like from your sweatFellow beings pause and ponderFeel your beingYou have beenTaunted into becoming just another ‘number’Now it’s time,Let us build Eden again…Once again let us dream…

Monday, November 29, 2010

It is in this hour that memories tangle with desire,
Here at the threshold where life begins anew,
I can still sense the whiff of despair.
Why is it that one bond is the severing of another?
They would say philosophical stuff,
I care not for,
In words you can put many a thing
But in deed,
It is not possible indeed.
I have waited every hour
Staring at the starlit ceiling,
Wondering how the beauties of life
And nature,
Have become an artificial thing...
There is pain in having,
There is pain in disowning,
There is pain even in knowing,
Happiness flickers through this pain,
Or is it,
This pain is so intense,
It is pleasure, surpassing the limitations of happiness
Rejuvenating and reviving us,
Teaching us each day,
A new doctrine of life...
Leaving behind the trails of our deeds
Like a precedence.
This is it then
This is life
This is love
This is...